I remember two dreams.

All I remember is me or someone else going in a big house that looked abandoned or at least not taken care of from outside and inside it was not that bad it was even maybe better and lots of people in it which seemed weird at the least, that person or me looked around being careful of the others.

The Dallas Stars were playing against the Montreal Canadians and they were losing by four goals but then they started counting goals one after the other to come back then have more goals. Some of my family members were there in addition of dad. For some reason I kept changing rooms and coming back to the game. I was happy for every goals but then I stopped and wondered what was I doing and then I felt also bad because I did not want others to know that this is how I watched Hockey. I told them I think before it ended. Dad could not believe what was happening to his team and I was happy for mine before the end.